A day when men tried to change the course,
Only to make a path with many holes.
Whispering a hope that is out of reach,
Creating War that has no end.
Producing a rift within the people,
Chasing families out of their homes.
Giving children arms to wreck havoc,
So they can be King of flat hills.
First refusing talks so not to end the blames,
Then creating governments that have short lives.
Bringing outside help that only fueled the flames,
Please come together so we can end these bitter Games.